Let me start with Labor Day. The neighbors below us? They were acting like total jerks. Confronting C for stomping on the floor (ok, so maybe he did when the noise was unbearable late one night), when the main issue is the fact we can hear them yelling at their kids 24/7 and their surround sound? I think they watch Jurassic Park every morning around 6 am.
Seriously.
So I got serious about looking for a place to live. We jumped in the car, and met with a realtor about a house in Georgetown. All the while, my brother was complaining, 'We go through this once a month, this looking at houses thing.' And he was right. But this time? I was done. And when the neighbor confronted C about our noise? That was the last straw for him.
Labor Day. Monday. We met with a realtor, and saw the house. It was very clean, and lots of space (1500 sq ft !), but the neighborhood was kind of run down. Honestly? I was looking past that because I just wanted to get out of our current situation. I should have seen the first red flag about the realtor when she just stood in the kitchen the whole time and we showed ourselves the place. We were upstairs looking around and she was downstairs on her cell, checking messages. Okay, whatever. She was working, but every time we had a question (what was the pet deposit? etc) she didn't know, and would have to call someone and ask. That was annoying.
Regardless we went for it, filled out an application that same day (we're renting because C is planning on transferring to CA within the next couple of years for work) and met her with the app fee and all of the paperwork.
We found out on Wednesday that we were approved for the house. I was excited, but in the back of my mind I was nervous. The place was large (not enough furniture to even fill it), and the neighborhood kept bothering me, but I figured I had two men to protect me at night so it would all work out.
The moment we were approved, she wanted us to meet her with the $3,000 deposits and give us the keys. I was not ready for that. I mean, I know that we needed to pay to move forward and secure the place but I wasn't expecting it all to move so fast. I guess I still wasn't 'hooked'.
Regardless, it was going to take us a couple of days to round up that kind of cash (just a few days before we were still planning on staying in our current place anyway) so we didn't have it on Wednesday. We told her we had paid our full month's rent for September at our current place, so we weren't looking to move until the middle of the month. She kept sending C texts asking when we could meet her because she needed the money, and telling us the landlord was getting annoyed because we hadn't paid up. It was just...odd. And we felt rushed.
So Friday night, we backed out. It just didn't feel right. I can't believe we backed out of it, knowing we don't have anywhere to go if we don't find a place by October 1st when our lease is up. As soon as C told her we weren't going to do it, she started sending very unprofessional texts. Which made me feel such a sense of relief that a) she didn't make any money off of us, and b) that we didn't didn't get stuck with a jerk for a landlord.
Everything happens for a reason. I say that so much and it drives C crazy. But for real. We didn't have the funds right!that!second! for a reason. It forced us to think about the situation without jumping in with two feet.
Thank God.
So Friday we called another realtor to show us another place in Georgetown...
Part 2 tomorrow, this is getting too long!
1 comment:
It's good you followed your intuition about it. Can't wait to see what's next :)
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